Yesterday afternoon I started to feel the beginnings of a cold, that scratchy throat feeling and sneezing. By the end of the day I felt tired, listless, aching all over and just wanted to sleep. I briefly thought about what I could write about in the morning and decided that my cold would be a good excuse to not write at all. When I woke up I still felt crappy from the cold but I was disappointed that I was so ready to use it as an excuse for not writing. I began to ask myself why do we use excuses. If you don’t want to take responsibility for something then you find an excuse to shift the blame. I was late because of the traffic, bad weather caused everybody to drive slow, there were too many red lights…. we have all used these excuses. By shifting the blame onto others or the circumstances we miss a great opportunity to take ownership of our actions and learn from our mistakes. I failed to take account of the weather when calculating my commute time is stating the reason and identifying what you could have done to avoid being late. When I woke up this morning my first thought was to use my cold as an excuse for not writing but then I began to question why I needed an excuse. The truth is that it’s hard to write something meaningful every single day and therefore I started to look for excuses to simply avoid the challenge. Having a cold might slow you down but it does not incapacitate you. The real reason for my reaching into the excuse bucket last night was my own laziness. The good news is that I owned up to myself and sat down to write about it. It feels so much better to move forward knowing the reasons why you were slipping up compared to those feelings when you just give up and hide behind excuses. By getting out of bed early I was also gifted with another beautiful sunrise. What a great way to start the day. So wherever you are today take a few moments to think about the reasons why you might be struggling to meet your own challenges. Try to resist putting your hand into the bucket of excuses and look for solutions instead.
“Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation.”
Wherever you are today, take a few moments to read this 19th century quote a few times over and then listen to those around you. How many of them are genuinely individual people with original and imaginative views?
Does a lazy poet who publishes an Oscar Wilde quote fall into this category or is he just being a Cheeky Monkey?